Soul Provider

My King 👑  
 
I read your sex poetry...  
Turned on and zeroed in...  
 
I am left Lady in Wanting.  
Wanton needs filled by your Masters pen..  
 
I wait breathless......  
Panting Woman...  
 
Malnourished without your nourishing thoughts..  
Hungy hungry hungry oh so hungry for more please!  
 
Would feast upon that sweet full lip.  
Suck there..  
days n days n days turned long time...  
Ohhh my Sir...  
To catch a quick bite.. .  
Lick my yummy lips so I not waste...  
Your Words....  
Turned succulent phrase  
Turned delicacies....  
Turn feasts!  
 
And we feast madly...  
Minions at your table..  
Gathered into wild orgies devouring your outrageous fuck fantasies..  
Ravishing your written desires.  
Like wild beasts..  
Snorts of pleasure..  
Full bellied.  
Contentment for the moment..  
 
The pleasures my King creates..  
Leaves me squeezing my thighs...  
To calm this overwhelming sharp throb..  
Eased into a euphoric state of clit ache..  
Moves me to masterbate.  
Quick to orgasmic state..  
Scream out your poet heart name..  
 
Ahhh..  
Long sighs..  
 
Yes.  
My king...  
I sit..  
Filled fat with inspiration..  
grinning with contentment..  
Happily.  
By your knee.  
 
 
Written in honor and tribute to our wonderfully ribald, sometimes wicked, always inspiring male writers  
In this Deep Underground  
You seduce us we Thank you. 💋